The Sentinels If forests could talk, what would they say?

Question after question she lobbed his way. Verx shook his head to each and every one of them, grin growing broader with each word. At her last supposition, a definite nod.

I dunno why I'm here, he remarked, shrugging. I don't think I was here before. But I love the coast, and I'm traveling it for a time.

And why? Why bother?

Much better fare up in the great beyond.

Vercingetorix eyed the silvery woman, head slightly tilted. I'm assuming you're. . .dead, he mused. Or whatever we are. Otherwise you wouldn't see me. Unless I'm not actually dead—God if I'm not, fuck, he laughed, gritting his teeth.

It would be a cruel twist of fate.